Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.